DUST

PROLOGUE

      There were so many things I wanted to keep locked up in life, all the stories I made up and lies I told. I remember the day I finally found freedom, it was an experience like no other but a memory that could never be forgotten.
   
     According to many people I was a  presumptuous brat until the truth came out and I had my moment. There were days I wanted to die but couldn't, I couldn't leave her behind, to think of dying would be very selfish. She needed me and I loved her too much for that.

     I can still remember that day, it all started when I got back from school, coming home was never a thing of Joy for me, although school was irritating I preferred being there than coming home to meet him.

     My father had always been the abusive type, he couldn't keep a job for long so my mom had to work multiple Jobs to keep ends meet.My mother and I lived in constant fear of him and most of the time luck was on our side but he was still a ticking time bomb.

     When I got back home, I found him waiting for me at the door. I walked past him but he pulled me back. He looked at me and his gaze never left my eyes, it felt like ages before he let go of me. A few minutes later I felt at ease.

    I went up to my room and suddenly he walked in, he placed his hand on a figurine in my room, he moved closer to me until our bodies were almost joint. He grabbed my hair and kept pulling it, I realized at a young age not to fight back because it only made it worse.

     My father had always been horrible. When I was a baby I thought it was perfectly normal for a man to beat his wife, I started telling my friends about what went on in my home and then they told their parents, but instead of the situation to get better it only got worse.

    He continued to pull my hair until I  thought he would yank it off. The doorbell rang and he immediately let me go. I raced downstairs and noticed that I left a trail of blood. I opened the door and found my mother with a young boy who looked about ten.

    Immediately they entered the house my mom placed her hand on my bleeding head. My father walked in, he looked confused at first but all of a sudden the look in his eyes changed and then he started calling mother a whore. He charged at her and hit her so hard she flew and hit her head on the wall.

    He continued hitting her unconscious body. He noticed the boy ran towards my mom and he hit him. I ran towards them and started screaming, I couldn't feel a pulse and I feared the worst. My father walked towards me and grabbed my throat, he tried to suffocate me but I kept on fighting. I could saw my life flashing before my eyes and the pain became distant but with the last ounce of strength in me I kicked him in the groin.

       I panicked and took my moms phone out of her bag, dialed the local police forces number and started screaming. The police arrived at the nick of time and cuffed him.
My mom was rushed to a hospital with the little boy who I later found out that was the son of one of my dads prostitutes kids who died and mom wanted to take the kid in. I was also taken to the hospital but I had minor injuries.

    From that day forward I despised every man who laid his hand on a woman but that day I felt a huge burden being lifted of my shoulders and I realised that I was free. I Oluwajetemi Adekunle was free at last.

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Hello peeps, I started writing this book last year but I was too lazy to type it but with this CoronaVirus outbreak I have time and I am bored so I decided why not.
    I hope u enjoyed this chapter. 
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